| Well you couldn’t be good
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| If you’ve never been bad
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| You couldn’t keep cool
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| If you’ve never gone mad
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| You couldn’t be glum
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| If you’ve never been glad
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| And lemons give you lemonade
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| If you don’t do the work
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| You’ll never get paid
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| If you don’t have the crowd
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| There’s no parade
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| It may be trite
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| And I know it’s clichéd
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| But lemons give you lemonade
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| The glass is half full of sweet champagne
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| Some say it’s half empty, what do they know?
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| Why would you whine about the rain
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| When you could lose yourself inside a rainbow?
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| Without the climb
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| You don’t get the view
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| Without the crime
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| You won’t have a clue
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| There is no rhapsody
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| Without the blue
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| And lemons give you lemonade
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| The glass is half full of sweet champagne
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| Some say it’s half empty, what do they know?
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| If you keep whining 'bout the rain
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| How you ever gonna see the rainbow?
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| Somebody’s pain
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| Is somebody’s pleasure
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| Somebody’s trash
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| Is somebody’s treasure
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| Somebody’s ugly
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| Is somebody’s lovely
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| And lemons give you lemonade |